Occupations - Defari, Rakaa Iriscience

Let’s see what I’m gon' have for breakfast

Eggs and a well done beat from Evidence

This chef good with his right and left

I just left the studio to pick up a check

From the other studio where I mix celebs

And even there, the music follows me and steers my head

One nation, music the occupation

Under a groove, I gig with the Funkadelic

And at the Cannabis Cup, I was melt baggin'

Give you a touch of the Dutch, Amsterdam Ruby

You’re not fuckin' with us, never since beginning

My clique is one and a must, professional musician

The mission’s all we discuss, devoted technician

To give the people a touch, just a simple listen

They got their ears in these cuffs with all this bullshittin'

Men looking like women, Babylon venom

Ice water in my veins

I’m a fire starter, riot starter, king supreme being

Rather live long than to die a martyr but push it, I’m flyin' farther

Prayer hands pushed together like I’m tryin', Father

Mother Earth’s cryin' harder, children are dyin', mother

And motherfuckers steadily lyin'

Politicians' forked tongues spit poison and keep firing

Rakaa’s moving in between lights flashing and these sirens

Looking out, feeling like Cyrus before the shot rang

Breaking out, feeling like Warriors before the blocks bang

Tryna make it out of the street, make it back to the beach

Power to the people, back within reach

The next step is crucial, analyze the operation

For bigger business than robotics mixed with automation

I’ve seen fear and greed levels that can topple nations

Control the population, this is occupations

My name start with a D, but I’m mainly offense

A style of quality, pure and rich, no nonsense

I am the faculty and the dean of students

I’m the administration and major regime get rooted up outta here

And now we up outta here

The dates on the calendeer—oops, I mean calendar

They used to these amateurs, Defari’s a pro’s pro

A literal one stop for the finest in vocals

Me and Ev, we the locos